About Isabel

In 1987 Isabel shut the door of her "writing room," knowing certainly it was forever. It contained an old Royal typewriter with a story start that trailed off to nothing. She had to return to teaching after 17 years of being a homemaker because two daughters, back to back, needed college tuition. She'd taught herself to spell, to type, to write and to pitch ideas to national publications - and she was selling. Writing style changed to a little Commodore Computer 64 and fifth grade studies. Life marched on.

A decade ago, she left the classroom to begin her honeymoon with life. Since, she's completed four books, one screen play, written dozens of articles for just about every kind of publication that catches her fancy from kid stuff, to teaching, to science, to travel, to friendship, to daughters, to hiking the great wilderness of the West, and personal profiles of interesting people.

Most recently, she did an article on the endangered Lesser Prairie Chicken that lives in the southern outback of New Mexico's great beyond. The research on this little enduring bird continues her belief that nothing is ever impossible, you can survive under awful circumstances - if you fall down, get up and start all over when it's something that lives in a corner of the heart, even if necessity takes every space and every wit of energy you think is in you. Turn everything into a story - "grist for the mill," so the saying goes.

In this ABOUT ISABEL portion of my website, what it's really about is you. Keep a pad and pencil grafted to your hand - in the car, at the supermarket - doing wash. Write down ideas, thought traces. Then, transfer them to index cards. Keep up hope, ideas, conjuring first lines to stories.

Here's what I'm turning over this week. Hopefully, I'll change this often, as ideas sprout like water pipe breaks which we've just had.

. Politics - "There she was standing with eleven other young women. Tears gathered. My heart swelled ..." How, as a mother, I dealt with a difficult relationship with my first daughter, who didn't fit into my mold - but my mother's. It's all about "molds," and "expectations," and pivot points.

. It had been twenty-five years since we'd had dog ...How a little dog eased my grief over losing a friend - -

. "Under the brown - there they are ..." What my spring garden teaches me

. Real loggerhead issues with my non-computer-literate husband.

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